The hands clenching the spear were trembling, and the armed men in the city stood behind the collapsed stone gate, nervously waiting for the final battle.

Liudov, whose head was adorned with colors, had no intention of retreating. In his extreme excitement, he no longer felt the pain of the wound, nor the coming of death.

His mind was blank, and he just wanted to stand here with the army and fight the Norman army to the end.

"Better get ready! Here they come!"

The first shield-wielding fighters of the Royal Danish Army roared up the slopes full of rubble and broken wood. They had no time to care about the despairing wailing of their buried comrades, and they were thinking of entering the city and making the first contribution.

These Danish fighters from Zeeland were standing on the heights, and their hearts tensed when they saw that the enemies in the fort were lined up.

Such reckless rushing is bound to lead to a chaotic battle, and the quicker the rush, the easier it is to be killed.

But behind them were thousands of fighters eager to enter the city. The narrow drawbridge was crowded with people, and more soldiers simply jumped into the ditch full of corpses, and then climbed to the opposite side and rushed toward the collapsed stone gate along the path under the wall.

The people behind were urging them to push and shove with their shields, and the vanguard had no choice but to let out a thunderous roar, rushing with their iron swords and hand axes high.

The savage hand-to-hand combat begins!

The shields slammed into each other, and the desperate defenders gathered nearly a thousand people, all of them blocking the collapsed stone gate.

Liudov, who was wearing a lot of paint, was sitting here, roaring in disbelief: "Block them! Push them out of the gap! Kill them! Build a new wall with their corpses!"

The defenders were already in a desperate situation. They gritted their teeth or screamed, and the weapons in their hands stabbed straight ahead, which really made the attackers feel great pressure.

A considerable number of these Danish warriors from Zealand are unarmored, and they don't care whether the defenders in the fort may be of the same race. Killing the defenders and looting the spoils immediately improves their lives. This is the source of their desperate efforts.

Only now, these most fierce warriors are in a dilemma...

The spearhead of the defenders stabbed wildly, and the round shield could block it for a while. As long as a spear broke through the gap and stabbed fiercely, it meant the death of a soldier.

In the battlefield surrounding the collapsed stone gate, Gong Fang could only pass through the gap with a small number of people, and even if the troops were strong, it could not be deployed. Moreover, because the armies of these new Danish kingdoms belonged to various lords, each lord was eager to make profits first, and the battlefield became disordered, and countless sword and shield players hoped to enter the city quickly.

As a result, the Russ army with superior equipment was completely blocked in the rear, completely unaware of the melee that occurred in the city.

Poor Trarang, with more bruises on his body, returned to the Ross army with his surviving brother, and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

"Ah! I almost thought you were being pinned down." When he said this, Spuyote's heart was still beating wildly. "How many people have you come back?"

"As you can see, six."

"Ah? Everyone else was crushed to death?"

"Maybe." Trarang didn't want to say more: "I think my bones are broken a lot, and I almost died. The battle is like this, next time I won't come..."

After all, he fainted directly. If it wasn't for the presence of snoring after being checked, Spuyut really felt that this guy died in battle.

The warriors dispatched cooperated with Ragnar's slamming warriors and exchanged tragic sacrifices for the collapse of the stone gate.

Trarang was carried to the rear to rest with the resting cavalry.

Looking at the current situation, the neatly lined Ross Army can only passively watch the battle!

In the really anxious battlefield, the soldiers on both sides of the offensive and defensive are backlogged together like canned sardines.

Spuyut, on the other hand, gave support to the Allied troops by taking air leave, fearing that he would injure the allied troops, so he gave up.

Until, Ragnar himself, who took the risk and rushed to the front line to find out the situation of the battle, rushed to the side of Spuyut in a hurry.

"They are fighting around the stone wall, and the defenders have made new walls with their bodies. You hurry up and fire your javelins with your weapons!"

"Ah?" Spuyut's beard trembled in shock: "Won't it hurt your people?"

"I don't care too much! The javelin can kill the enemy and break their front, and we will win!"

"Okay. This is likely to hurt the friendly troops, don't blame me afterwards..."

"Bah! If I blame you, let Thor strike me with lightning!"

Spuyu was very calm and ordered all the torsion slingshots to be adjusted to extreme shooting angles.

The javelin was inserted into the chute, the shooting angle reached an astonishing 70 degrees, and the charge was reduced, and twenty javelins fired in salvo.

Accompanied by the slingshot shooting, there is also the projectile of the crossbow. This time, Spuyut threw most of his long-range soldiers into support.

In the city, the terrifying fighters have been going on for a while, and the fighters on both the offensive and defensive sides who contacted first have all died in battle. Even if they are injured, they will be trampled to death once they fall to the ground.

Soldiers fought fiercely in the special mud created by blood, and the battle became a struggle of will.

The battle of the city wall gap was unprecedentedly anxious. In this objectively cramped battlefield, the defenders with absolute strength could hold on for a long time.

Until a whistling sound came from the sky...

The javelins spun down from the sky, their tail feathers whistling against the air. It slammed down almost at a vertical angle, and any wooden shield was meaningless to it.

Iron helmets were smashed through, and chain mail was smashed through. Because the javelin is a "blind shot", the roughly aimed projectile makes the landing point a probability surface covering the entire city gate battlefield. It kills indiscriminately, and those who hit the javelin are often pierced through the body and killed.

Liudov had no idea that this was also the way of war.

"Normans are simply beasts, they actually kill their own people?!"

Some of the subordinates couldn't stand it any longer, and shouted loudly: "Sir, we must withdraw. You will die if you stand here again!"

"No! I won't withdraw." Although Liudov was very tired, he still had to persevere.

"Sir, just listen to everyone for once! We can't hold it anymore, we have to retreat to the inner city."

Liudov remained unmoved until Duo Javelin fell not far in front of him.

It was a personal soldier who dismounted and was stabbed to death by a javelin.

To make matters worse, the enemy's arrows slammed down, and the casualties of the defenders were increasing rapidly.

Just when Liudov was hesitating, his last cronies simply resorted to forceful measures, and they set up Liudov and retreated to the inner fort in the rear.

At the beginning, the defenders who were still fighting around the collapsed city gate did not see that their commander had retreated. They suffered continuous casualties and continued to fight on the corpses.

When someone saw that the commander-in-chief Liudov, even the battle flag with him had disappeared, the tense spirit was instantly discouraged.

"Ah! Our army is defeated!"

"Everyone, get out! Go to the inner castle..."

When someone roared like that, the news spread across the cramped battlefield in an instant. They were unable to hold on any longer, and the line of defense, which was supported purely by willpower, collapsed in an instant.

As a result, after fighting hard to the end, the attackers finally collapsed the defending army. These soldiers of the New Kingdom of Denmark Army immediately advanced rapidly, just like the turbulent waves after the dam collapsed into the outer city.

Present before them were a great number of stone and wooden houses, each of which was filled with treasure.

They screamed in excitement, first a ruthless pursuit of the fleeing fugitives, and in an instant it turned into a simple robbery.

Continue to chase after victory? Do not! The brothers came in after heavy casualties, presumably the enemy must be hoarding, otherwise they would not be so desperate.

Soldiers searched house by house, and those who were too late to escape were killed. They rummaged through boxes for silver and gold coins, stuffing them into their pockets like less valuable copper coins.

They do odd jobs for every Tao Weng, hoping to find gold and silver, but unfortunately they have almost no harvest. They searched for warehouses, but couldn't find gold and silver, and they also took the salted fish and dried meat that they had seized in their pockets.

Some women were dragged out while crying, and the child was killed directly. These Danish warriors from Zeeland looted and murdered at will. Such a terrifying scene was deeply disturbed by Esquier, who had long escaped to observe on the fortress of Neiburg.

"God! Please send down the thunder to kill these savages! The poor lamb is dying..." But who in the entire Aleb Fortress knew the Rus army better than Esquil?

For the defenders, there is no need to distinguish whether it is the Rus army or the New Denmark army. Anyway, the flag that the attackers set up the most is Ross's. Now the killing is their true colors.

The wound on the head finally condensed, and he fought for a long time with the wound. Liudov retreated to the inner castle and still had a high adrenaline to support his spiritual body.

The inner fort is smaller and the building is stronger. There are as many as 5,000 refugees concentrated in the small interior. The refugees are almost all women and children. These people can only bring about internal friction and are a pure burden to the defense.

At first, Liudov and his cronies thought so too, but now anyone who can take up arms will be involved in the defense.

Liudov's sturdy body collapsed. He was so tired that he fell into a coma immediately.

Seeing this, Esquil felt that the sky was falling!

There was chaos in the inner castle, and Eskil, who had experienced all kinds of big scenes, had never seen this.

How about now? Eskil pretended to be calm, and gathered all the priests on the inner high ground, which was actually the commanding height of the entire mound.

This place is where the monastery is. He prayed to God in the simple stone-built monastery, and outdoors to the kneeling believers, desperately reciting the Latin scriptures, praying for a miracle to come.

But there was already chaos outside the city.

In theory, when the Russ-New Denmark coalition forces attacked Waiguo City, a large number of women and children could escape through the second gate.

Because of fear, everyone chose a safe fortress, and they gathered together independently, so that now the inner fort has become a crowded place.

Liudov was resting in the stone room, and the taller and more solid stone walls of the inner fort were full of people. However, this place is already on the top of the hill, and under the thin soil layer is a piece of stone. It is almost impossible to dig a moat here.

Without trenches, the defenders could only rely on tall stone walls for protection. The flimsy gate began to be stuffed with more stones, but there were not enough stones.

Liudov's identity is an earl, and his cavalry is mostly a baron. These cavalrymen have now fought to the point where none of them survive, and their surviving horses are all concentrated in the inner fort, and now the situation is really impossible to charge on horseback.

They were not without a leader, a group of barons stepped forward and spontaneously exercised their powers on Ludov's behalf.

Faced with the situation of life and death, many of the strict rules and precepts of belief were directly abandoned by them.

Thirty of the most elite armored and dismounted cavalry, with more than a hundred armed peasants, rushed to the monastery on the top of the hill.

Esquier sensed something was wrong: "Kneel down, children. The Lord will forgive your sins."

A baron said angrily and bluntly: "Pedantism! God has abandoned us, and now we can only save ourselves."

"Ah? What did you say?!"

Another baron asked Esquil to step aside, and immediately began the demolition of the monastery with much fanfare.

This made the women kneeling in shock hug their heads and wailing. Esquil scolded the most outrageous blasphemy: "What are you doing? What is the difference between destroying a monastery and those savages?"

The little priests who came to stop them were knocked down, and soon the whole monastery collapsed.

"Quick! Stack the stones on the city gate! Move the small stones to the city wall!" ordered a baron.

Seeing the monastery in ruins, Eskil was not so angry that he fainted. He knew too much about the destruction of the Holy Land, such as the burning of St. Peter's Abbey in Bremen, all because of the Norman barbarians, or rather the Rus.

If there was no war, Ludov's subordinates would never have done this. Eskil barely managed to grasp it. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he also knew that the defenders were trying to get a lot of stones to kill the enemy and save the lives of the people. Forgive this disrespect.

Just what happened next completely puzzled and shocked him, the priest, and shouted that it was a complete betrayal of his faith.

How can a woman be a warrior? ! Women can only take care of children at home and engage in peaceful cloth production. If a woman takes up arms and kills, her soul goes to hell!

Eskil's three views couldn't stand this, but he was powerless.

Boys over ten years old and old men in the inner fort, and even all the young women, were forcibly drafted into the militia.

Although there were many women who were reluctant, the defenders dragged these people to the top of the city and pointed at the enemy who was frantically destroying the outer city.

"You see clearly, they are looting, killing and humiliating those who didn't escape. Do you want to be like that?"

The defenders did not need to be frightened at all, because the number of New Danish troops who had entered the city had already exceeded 5,000. They looted and roamed everywhere, but they did not gather their troops to gnaw at the hard bones of the inner castle.

Just like the chaos at the beginning of the landing, now it is the same chaos in the outer city.

The houses left by the people were stolen by the attackers, and the property looted by their ability was put into their own pockets, and the captured women became the toys of the brothers.

They unabashedly showed the most savage side to the people trapped in the inner castle. Seeing these tragedies taking place, those war-weary women wept bitterly and resolutely took up weapons, even if the weapons were wooden sticks.

The city was broken, but not completely broken.

It was already afternoon, and there was chaos in Waiguo City, and it was almost impossible for the entire army to fight again.

Ragnar has no joy in breaking the city, and the inner fort is still standing high. These people can't be hired at all. Looking at their hundreds of **** subordinates, the loss is really not small.

He hurriedly withdrew outside the city and negotiated with the Ross army who had not entered the city for a long time.

In this negotiation, what I heard was the complaint of the Ross Army.

Spuyt was speechless about the current situation: "Ragnar, you can't restrain your army! You don't have this ability at all! Even though the battle is still going on, your men gave up the battle and became all thieves."

What Ragnar could do, he couldn't say what he was suffering, and he could only think "Ah, yes, yes" for a while.

He reluctantly tried to make up for face: "The city is so chaotic, I saw the enemy hid in a big turtle shell! We even have a broken battering ram now, so we really can't break the city. Besides, it's getting late now."

"That's true. Well, I don't want to go all out with my elite minions."

Hearing that Spuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu immediately shouted: "Then surround the fortresses inside. We will spend with them! Besides, we should also wait for the main force of King Rurik."

Armies need to rest, and a large number of dead bodies are buried or burned.

Glorious Ragnar, who had captured the entire fortress, wanted to win it alone, and the rhetoric of "waiting for the main force of Rurik" was just a rhetoric. He really didn't have time to take care of the group of lords who were busy making a fortune, so he took the time to cut wood nearby to rebuild the battering ram.

This move was noticed by the generals of the Ross army such as Spuyut, and everyone can understand Ragnar's unwillingness.

This battle consumed a lot of the Rus' army. What's worse, the huge coalition army needed a lot of food. The ships began to fish nearby, but looting nearby areas was also a good way to deal with material consumption.

Ragnar is likely to launch a strong attack tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest. The savage Spyot of these Zeeland Danes is very much admired, but the key to victory is discipline, and excellent weapons are the icing on the cake.

Discipline is the most important thing. The generals of the Ross Army can restrain their people from running around. They did not enter the chaotic outer city.

At night, the outer city was covered with bonfires, and the beating flames extended all the way to the seaside village of Lindholm, so that there were also flames beating in the sea.

The Ross boat used flames as a light source to attract herring, and the sinking net was pulled up at the right time to catch a large number of fish with this technique. Newly caught new fish will serve as tomorrow's military rations.

However, war horses cannot eat fish.

The Ross army camped outside the city, and a large number of soldiers failed to capture them. They whispered that the allies made a lot of money, and lamented the madness of the defenders' will to defend, and they had already suffered terrifying losses.

Surrounded by the bonfire, Fisk rested with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Fool, this is war. Your Majesty won't complain about the loss of your cavalry." Spuyut patted his shoulder.

"Alas. They are brothers who get along day and night... Suddenly they died in battle."

"Let's think about it! Don't you realize that although we are part of the division, we are clearly fighting a decisive battle. We are carrying out a battle beyond our capabilities, and we are fighting the Frankish army! We are fighting against an enemy stronger than us!"

"But they're not strong." Fisk shook his head, still looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay... I also think that the Frankish soldiers are nothing more than that." Spuyut thought for a while: "Since you feel that you are not doing well, then you can do more meritorious service."

"Tomorrow's attack? I think Ragnar can't wait."

"No. You can't let the cavalry fly over the taller city walls. I'm very worried that the enemy will have a large group of reinforcements to rescue the fortress. You can take the cavalry around and loot freely to create chaos. Especially to the north~www. mtlnovel.com~ Presumably that guy Horrick has been defeated, maybe you can still meet the main force of the king."

Hearing that, Fisk smiled bitterly: "Horrick is a coward, maybe I can kill his rout."

"It's not impossible. Go! Don't worry, tomorrow I'm willing to give Ragnar the main attack glory. I don't want our Ross army to die again."

"You are so generous..."

"Childish." Spooter reached out and slapped Fisk's bald head angrily, "I've seen a lot of wandering around, especially in Britain I've seen a lot of wonderful things. Remember, there are a lot of Danes in the defenders, and so is Ragnar. The Danes. It's their Danes' civil war, and their frenzied infighting is good for us Ross."

"Okay, I won't say it." Now Fisk seems to understand but he doesn't understand, he thinks again, the warhorse really can't grow wings and fly over the enemy's city head, it is better to go outside the city to loot.

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